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Silk Moon Lotus The room Silk had led everyone to doesn't look very exceptional within the house. The walls are an painted plaster, the floors are hardwood. The trap door in the middle stands out as it is framed by obsidian. Silk reachs down and opens the solid wooden door in the middle.

through the portal is a shaft going down 20 feet to a chamber lit by blue flamed torchs. Handholds are carved into the wall to allow for decent into the room below. The small antechamber is twenty feet on a side. No tool marks can be seen on the dark gray stone making up the walls, floor, and ceiling. A single passage leading out the other side of the room has more of the eerie blue torches lighting the way. &R&R Silk climbs down the ladder first into the chamber calling up "I've only explored this first room. The torchs were lit when I came down here the firs time and I have never refreshed them. I'm assuming some type of sorcery? I can feel something the doesn't like my presence deeper in. That's what I asked for all of your assistance." She extends the claws on her fingerless gloves and watches the passage for movement.

Bright Journey Brow furrowing deeply, Bright Journey kneels before the basement door and peers down into the deepening, fitfully flickering gloom. She then takes a long moment to consider the trap door itself, and reaches out, but doesn't quite touch the obsidian frame.

"Wow, Silk," she murmurs quietly. "You know how to find them, don't you? Of all the houses...but, eh, you said yourself it was a steal. No wonder." She starts to climb down cautiously, her figure not really conducive to scaling ladders or wall carvings quickly. Good thing she's wearing armor.

Once at the bottom, she holds out her left hand and in it appears a weapon most, if not everyone here has seen before. A bow of bone and moonsilver, it's if anything taller than she is and is accompanied by a pair of quivers. "Thanks for having me along, Silk," she says, her voice a little louder. "I am only really beginning my study of the occult, but even I can feel the difference in the air."

Amethyst The little alchemist follows, keeping her eyes and ears sharp. Seeing the blue torches, she carefully edges close to one. "...Although it's not the same mixture I used for my own lamps, it's definitely some sort of alchemy or sorcery afoot. Especially as my mixture isn't explicitly magical, it just lasts for a while."

Amethyst travels down the ladder too, reaching the bottom, there's an air of energy around the Dragon. The flash of silver and red, a cut precise and quick right along one of her runes. And ultimately, a prismatic burst of essence as the blood floods out from the small wound and into her hand, forming the whip that's so signature to herself. "It is pleasure to be here." She chuckles. "It's been too long since someone's tasted my blood." A glowing violet mist swirls around the now glowing Dragon as she steps forward, eagerly for whatever this place may have to offer.

Hoarfrost "Your right. I can feel something in the air is making my anima tingle." Hoarfrost is next down the ladder glancing about curiously. A pale hand out reached and brushing along the stones worked with no mortal tools. At her side is slung her satchel holding all kinds of useful tools for archaeology and study. Dressed for work she carries no weapons herself but walks with an air of confidence even in the strange environment.

Considering the stone far longer that it likely warrants she finally looks up with an exited smile. "You say you have not lit the strange colored torches? This is exiting I can not wait to have a look around." Taking a few more steps in and continuing to feel along the wall. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to study this."

Silk Moon Lotus From the passageway can be heard the sounds of something being dragged across stone. The echoes making it hard to tell how far away the sounds truely are coming from.
Silk leads the way through the blue light of the torchs. As each person passes close to them, they offer no warmth to the chill of the underground tomb. After 50 feet of tunnel, it opens up into a large chamber with two rows of sarcophagi. The blue flame torchs light this chamber as well. Milling about in the middle of the room are a pair of decaying corpses that turn to look at the Exalted. At the far end of the room stand a pair of blood red skeletons. Their eyes glow with a blue light that matches the torchs.
Hoarfrost Hoarfrots cranes her neck to see over her companions seeing the undead loitering about the room. "I see you have a bit of an infestation Silk." Focusing her thoughts she reaches out her arms and focuses her anima. "I will give us a bit of cover feel free to retreat to me if the dead begin to overwhelm." mind reaching out to the world around her and organizing the essence about her. Begining to cast a spell. (Gathering Motes 11/15)
Silk Moon Lotus As the craetures turn towards the party, Silk fades into an inky shadow and vanishes. Moments later the Skeleton on the right explodes on a shower of bones as a shadowy form appears in front of where it stood. The shadow assumes a defensive posture as the second skeleton turns to face it.
Amethyst Taking a moment, the Dragon stops, eyes locking with the undead in front of her. All at once, her misty anima intensifies, and /boils/. Her whip is steaming at the edge and bubbling as she suddenly shoots forward. Racing like an exploding pot of boiling water towards one of the zombies, her whip thins to lethal proportions as she strikes.
Bright Journey As the creaking corpses turn to focus on the new intruders in their lair, Bright's lips press into a firm line, eyes narrowing for a moment as she slowly draws an arrow from the quiver over her right shoulder. The look of focus actually fades into a bit of a hungry grin as she realizes these undead don't really pose that much of a threat to them. But it doesn't matter to her...and if the shimmering moonlit glow that starts to suffuse the bow itself is any indication, the bow itself is even hungrier for the destruction of the undead!

As she nocks and draws the arrow, a silver glow suffuses the arrowhead. She lets fly, and it buries itself in the skeleton's eye socket with a shimmering, ringing tone. It thrashes and the jaw flaps in agony it can't voice--not destroyed yet, but certainly in dire straits.

Amethyst There's a pleased chuckle as her water jet whip blasts over the zombie, leaving burns on its rotten body, helping that process along just slightly. And all at once her blood starts to glow this vibrant blue, as she spins and lands gracefully. Her whip interposed between herself and the monster, waving back and forth, difficult to predict given how it almost moves independantly of her. She stands ready for whatever counterattack is coming.
Silk Moon Lotus The undead lurch forward to strike at the exalts. The zomebie that Amethyst lashed clumsaly swings its fist at her and the blow is nowhere near her as it was disoriented by the whipcrack against its skill.
The second zombie moves in to attack Bright. It lunges at her and bites her armguard as she pulls her arm back from the creature. 
The skeleton turns its attention to the shadowy figure before it and lunges with a claw. The shadow tumbles backwards away from the strike never getting touched.
Amethyst And so the water erupts around the young Dragon. Like an underwater volcano detonating, her whip surges forward in this blazing sheen of blue-white, superheated to a point. And this time, it aims to do more than just burn the zombie, it aims to consume it.
Bright Journey Perhaps it's a bit unseemly for someone who's supposed to be a diplomat to enjoy the thrill of combat, but there's no question Bright is enthused by being back in the saddle, so to speak. Hunting just isn't the same, as necessary as it is in life. This is where the thrill is, destroying enemies that matter, even if only a tiny bit, and facing something that might actually strike back!

The skeleton lunges at her, trying to gnaw at her arm. Her vambrace is enough to ward it off, but she winces and yanks her arm away with a scraping sound, somewhere between annoyed and revulsed by the creaking undead thing.

She's too close to really get a good bead, but at this range, with an enemy as unbalanced as this thing is, hopefully it won't matter. Bright nocks, draws and lets loose another arrow as smooth as ice, and as her bow glows brighter in anticipation, the arrow shines with intensity as well.

Amethyst The burst of steam and watery fury abruptly changes once again. It becomes a raging torrent, an angry whirlpool, a destructive eddy that completely envelopes the poor zombie. And when the tide receeds, there is only the Water Dragon, a sea lion sitting behind her in her blazing anima, standing ready for whatever else might need to be devoured.
Bright Journey Bright's arrow streaks from her bow in a trail of glittering moonlight, even as she leans back to avoid the thing's vicious strikes. It hits dead center in the skeleton's breastbone and erupts with a pale, sizzling flash. The skeleton violently explodes in all directions, fragments of charred bone slamming against the stone walls and embedding themselves into a sarcophagus or two.
Hoarfrost Hoarfrost grabs the last bit of essence she needs. Water is ripped from the air and made from raw essence forming into a sphere around her and her friends providing them full cover from all attacks. Her long white hair floating all around her in the water giving her an oddly wild look. "Take cover if you need I can move to defend."
Silk Moon Lotus The last of the zombies shuffles after Amethyst in a pitiful attempt to bite her and only managing to bite the end of the whip instead. The zombie now smells horrible as it is now soaked.
Silk Moon Lotus The shadow that is Silk moves gracefully across the room up behind the zombie and unleashes a series of kicks and slashing claw attacks at the zombie driving it back from her companions and creating an opening for them to score further strikes against it.
Silk Moon Lotus Silk dances around the zombie with a series of quick jabs and sweeping kicks to keep it off balanced. She then leaps over the zombie landing on top of one of the tombs and drives he fist into the back of its head.
Silk Moon Lotus The zombie puts on a sudden burst of speed and moves its head just enough for Silk's blow to only injure it and not decapitae it. Silk tumbles off the back of the tomb and onto the floor.
Amethyst The Dragon's anima outright repulses the damn zombie as her gaze falls upon it. The seal fades into a simple flare of torrential water. She just points at the zombie, and her whip surges forward, more a river now than a little whip. And it is no less turbulent, like a roaring rapid ready to tear things apart, surging right for the zombie.
Bright Journey Yeah. It's that time. Every other undead thing has been blown to bits one way or another, and Silk just delivered a blow, just shy of shattering the last zombie's noggin. As the Night Caste flips clear, Bright already has another arrow nocked. It leaps forth from her bow, eager to tear its putrid flesh.

It spears the zombie right in the brain pan, rocking its head backwards just as Amethyst's whip shatters every bone between its neck and pelvis. Between the two of them, it has absolutely no chance. Torn apart in two directions, the necromantic animating force is disrupted in a split second and the broken remains collapse in multiple directions.

Hoarfrost Hoarfrost takes a deep breath the water bubbles around her mouth. Relieved the combat is over with "Should I keep this going in case of traps?" she says voice distorted by the water. Apparently able to move forward as she takes a stance to defend everyone with her water.
Silk Moon Lotus As the last zombie falls the torches flare with azure light. An elderly man rises from the tomb at the other end of the room. He easily passes through the lid and stands up. He turns to face the Exalted with a sad look upon his face. "You have defeated the last of my tomb guardians. I am Winter Snow on Mountain High. I and my companions were like you once. They built this tomb for me and laid me to rest with my honor guard. I have waited all this time for you to return." He bows to the gathered exalted. "You have shown me your worth in battle. I ask only that you keep my home safe and in return I shall open its power to you. A dragon line runs through this site, a powerful wood line."
Winter Snow on Mountain High sits down on the steps before his tomb. "Please, I am sure you have questions before I go?"
Amethyst Having banished the last of the zombies, the alchemist relaxes, and then turns her attention to Frosty. And no sooner than that does she bolt towards the bubble and dive /into/ it, swimming around as is her nature. But then when the man steps forward, she tilts her head a little bit. "Wait, is this a manse?" Curious ear goes forward, excited ear goes up.
Bright Journey Now isn't this interesting? Bright Journey lowers her bow a bit, but her brow furrows and she tilts her head to one side, thoughtful as she considers the spectre before her. Spirit? Ancestor? Lots of possibilities...

Regardless, there's something--anything--offering to parlay, and with a certainty Bright Journey knows her duty. She straightens and walks forward, even with everyone to stand beside them and before the elderly man.

"Winter Snow on Mountain High. If indeed you would speak with us instead of offer us battle, we would welcome that. But before you go, I have many questions, and I'm sure my friends do too. Please, can you tell us some of who you are, and why you were brought here?"

Bright's tone is formal, and her questions friendly enough, but she's eyeing the spirit, judging him, weighing words.

Hoarfrost "Ah a manse! Of course that would make sense with what I was feeling." Hoarfrost watches her water dragon swim about in her water with a smile. Reluctantly turning to the spirit. Givign a bow. "I am Hoarfrost Rent from Mornings Dew. It is a pleasure to meet you Winter Snow on Mountain High. Do you need help passing into the cycle?"
Silk Moon Lotus Winter Snow on Mountain High smiles broadly. "Yes, this is a manse, not a large one or even a powerful one but a manse none the less. My armor and weapons still reside within my tomb as well. Some of the others may still have their implements of war as well, I cannot say as I cannot pierce their tombs, only mine. My tie to the manse has allowed me to linger in the world well past my death." He stands up once more and bows to each of the exalts. "During our battle with the Shogunate, my circle fought a retreating battle against a Wyld Hunt. We had been harried for many days before we came to this place. The Hunt had gravely injured me and killed my beloved already. I told the rest of the circle to flee to the north. They took the time to build a tomb for me before leaving. Behind my tomb is a short passage to a shrine erected to my beloved."
Amethyst "I need a cool sobriquet." Amethyst says to herself. And then she speaks to the spirit, giving a little bow. "I am Yim Amethyst." She floats and flows as she listens, and nods solemnly. "It is an honor. And. apologies on behalf of the Dragons to you and your circle." She says something to herself in high realm, "<<Oh Danaa'd, how long have we been astray, believing them all to be monsters?>>"
Bright Journey Bright looks thoughtful for a moment, then nods in assent. Finally, she permits herself to smile a bit, which managed to look far more natural on her face than the serious mien did. "I'm sorry for your losses, Winter Snow, and I can only hope that greater joy awaits you in the future. I appreciate the honesty."

She looks at Amethyst, thoughtful for a moment more, then nods at the Dragon Blood's words. If Amethyst is paying attention she might realize Bright understood the language. Then again, Amethyst is more than a little occupied, too. It could go either way.

She half turns the other way, eyeing Silk with a bit of a grin. "Well. It appears you have cleaned out the house, Miss Gambler. A -manse-. The gods -weep- for half the luck you have, sometimes. And to think I met you in a Cave Sweet Cave!" She chuckles good-naturedly and shakes her head, smiling.

Silk Moon Lotus Silk reappears from behind the tomb she had ducked behind. She looks at her companions "I think you all have this part covered pretty well. I'll be over here if you need me." Silk leans against the wall and relaxes.
Winter Snow on Mountain High waves a dismissive hand "Do not worry about what happened several hundred years ago." He looks to Hoarfrost, "Yes, I may join my beloved in the cycle once more. I hope to see her soon. Do you have a way to speed me there?"
Bright Journey As Bright speaks, and more importantly as she listens, the tiny octagonal orichalcum plates making up her armor begin to shimmer in the blue torchlight, the all but unknown symbol etched painstakingly on every single plate--a mountain, with arrows in eight directions outwards--begin to softly glow for a moment, then fade. For just a set of armor, it's...calm. Dignified. In control, but by no means aggressive. A velvet glove, in a sort of emotional way, just for a moment. Bright smiles fondly, slowly coming to a realization, but says nothing more.
Amethyst Amethyst eases up, and looks towards Winter Snow. "I also know a technique, tho, I've not used it on one who is of pure spirit. At the least I can offer my prayers." Amethyst says. Her ears gently spread, as she focuses herself. She swims to the edge and steps towards the ghost. "It is only proper I think, for me to help." Her anima gently leaving her as she refines her spirit.
Hoarfrost "Maidens bless you indeed Silk. We both get to help this dragon pass back into his next life and you get a home worthy of a Lawgiver." A wide smile on her face. Taking a step forward she offers another bow to Winter giving a nod to the ghost's question. Holding a hand out thumb out towards the forehead. Focusing her essence into the roots of the world, here on the line of wood it is so much easier. Eyes glowing green she speaks a single word in oldrealm that doesn't translate into newer tongues. All souls quiver for a moment as the gates to lethe open making the tranision that muhc easier.
Amethyst The immaculate kneels before the ghost, and focuses her own essence, as she does when she offers prayers to the Dragons. It is a soothing and almost melodic tone she uses, speaking in high realm about the virtues of the one who has fallen here, and how it shall be honored in the times to come. She asks Hesiesh himself to help her guide the soul to rest, for he has fought honorably, has done enough for the world, and his home is now in good care.

And maybe here Amethyst remembers just a little bit why she dedicated herself to this faith, and what it truly means.

Silk Moon Lotus Winter Snow on Mountain High bows and smiles. "Thank you for the kindness, I hope your circle is as prosperous as mine was in my time." He steps into the gateway and vanishs from sight. The oppresive feeling within the tomb quickly disappears with his departure. The torches return to their original light level.
Silk says "I guess we can get out of here now?"